Now complaints now,
Eager to do much.
Getting and early start, fresh.
Trusting in the train of events.
Praise God for warm indoor water, for me and for everyone.
God is truly generous.
.
I remind Myself daily 'bout Me
Likewise Mine
all twist'd 'tween
theirn
In one place
Lock’d
we
And
they call
Your’z truly
“ourn”
y
“Caballero"
")
????GOLDEN STILLNESS????
TGIF as I exude a piece of "GOOD MORNING",
Without wrinkles, issues, mizzles or yawning.
My morning hums in hues of gold,
Soft light spills where dreams unfold.
Woke up with a quiet breath, a gentle start,
The sun leans in to warm my heart.
Curtains whisper tales of dawn & morning sun
And of the won battles while I slept until dawn.
My hand rests calmly upon my chest,
Seems like a silent vow to rise & rest.
The mirror behind me holds a crimson frame,
Reflecting not just face, but my life's aim
Fire within me speaks serene while I drip,
It wakes the world from their silent sleep.
My grey bedsheets cradle thoughts unspoken,
Of hopes rebuilt & chains now broken.
My day delightfully begins not loud but true,
With morning’s grace embracing me although.
So lie down awhile, listen & let stillness sing,
Before the rush, the text, chats, the calls, the ring.
For in this pause, one's soul is fruitfully fed
Just like a king at peace upon his bed.
????VICK MANUEL POETRY????
{VMP}
Copyright©?31st Oct. 2025
Ground hogs day
in a loop
it's a different day
but I am the same
the words are the same
the people are the same
I say the same thing
day
after
day
I try to break it
say something new
like smelt
how many people say smelt
I need to loosen up
get out
run around
Wake
Work
Dinner
TV
Sleep
Where's the fun
Maybe tomorrow I will reverse it
Start with tv and dinner
.
primp
prink
pr'itty
pleaze
I wish to wake up with you
A rich lovely aroma
The first cup - stimulating
Black gold sharpens the senses
- the awakening process
... works poorly without coffee
You're a daily mood booster
Alarm loud enough to wake the dead.
Need to wake to join the living again
Sluggishly climbing out of my bed to embrace the tasks of today
Feet hitting the cold floor, the chill forcing me to be attentive.
Shuffling across the cold floor to the kitchen, my morning coffee calling to me just like a siren's song.
Yawning, I blink the sleep away for another day.
Watching the machine
Coffee slowly brews with a steady, drip…drip…drip.
Patiently waiting, I get my favorite mug
Sugar and cream awaiting the boiling hot coffee, just enough cream to turn black to an autumn caramel.
I pour the steaming coffee into my mug and relish in the smell of the bold fresh coffee with its hint of nuttiness.
First thing in the morning, it’s like water after a walk in the desert.
Closing my eyes, I take it in;
Steam tumbling off, I lift the mug to my lips. With a slight blow, I take the first sip.
The sip tastes like perfection, almost making a moan slip past my lips.
Sitting in silence, I drain every last drop of my coffee as if it will be my last.
But who’s to say this should be my last.
A dawn steam curls up my nose
Steam of jet lures in my cup
The day's ought ritual starts
It's a motor for my mind
Offers me the will to wake
I'm sans it, I stay asleep
Vibrance senses life to be
go back to
sleep.
The World
is
worse for
wear,
without
us
worrying
about it.
Crisp apple,
ripen
later.
damp cold air
it’s finally that time of year
delicate cloudy skies
makes me want to cry
the most romanticized
in someone’s life
Dawn is breaking over the park where my heart is sprinkled amongst the geese, deer which call this park home..
The wind is gently blowing the prairie grass, no sound you hear, as everything is at rest, I lay down in the grass as not to be seen.
The trees so tall with its branches provide a shelter for GODS creatures who are tired from trying to forage for food.
Staring up in the sky as I lay in the grass, I curl my lonely body into a ball, the emotion is too much, only Christ Jesus knows my sorrows, suddenly the deer are coming close suppose they too feel the beauty of this place?
The geese are dancing to the songs of the birds, sad are they too about departing this inclusive, safe, town?
The sun has risen, its warmth is shining on my baren skin, I close my eyes as to soak in this blissful scenery, I know not when I will return, as my home is not this blissful back home..
Suitable
I’m wearing a blue T-shirt today
maybe red tomorrow.
The sun looks through the window
and a touch of warmth is good.
A touch of rain last night
just enough to sustain.
The housecat wants attention
and I hope five minutes will do.
I hope that a moment of tranquility
will do for me, as well.
The refrigerator downstair hums
and I look for a song to fit my mood
while a litany of lines run through my head.
I have just enough food for the next two days
and when I run out I can get more.
Friday a bartender said she loves me—
we’ve been such good friends.
One embrace seeks more
on another night.
I put on my shoes and jacket
just enough to cover me.
The morning lies still
as I open the door to the world.
Scenes of a river and trees
Fill the hour as I drive.
Looking out the car window
I'm living out my dreams.
All seems peaceful on a normal Fall day,
friendly neighbors greet us with a good morning;
we wave and smile back wishing them well and speed away:
slowness was the life of yesterday, many happy tunes to sing!
All seems peaceful on a normal day, cheerfulness is no disarray;
friendly neighbors greet us with a warm good morning,
we wave and smile back, wishing them well and speed away:
slow was the life of yesterday, many happy tunes to sing!
The only person in the house is Emma sewing a dress for Jenny,
she had promised it for her birthday, two locked lips on her part....
secrets are kept to oneself, it's surprises that excite and delight;
a Colbert dress that matches her eyes can make her look pretty!
Why is the house quite, the hushing wind brushes her silver hair;
granny is crocheting a blanket for her couch, the other her chair,
" Everything gets old including me, " It's her resounding lament,
" Winter comes for all, it's a sad season so ghostly and so silent! "
Hello good morning
It's time to get this money
I'm going to shine
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